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burning the portrait
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check out recent press:
the article the preceded it all... gene padden's epic piece for diamond city
the anti-valentine's day lonelies tour even made diamond city's cover, marking the new editor's first feature. it also got featured in the570.com's photo galleries.
tv guide's joe hudak wrote this phenomenal piece for the times leader, which actually marked my first emergence into "mainstream" local media... i spent a lot of time talking to joe for the piece, and he also pulled a lot from memory... he was one of my earliest supporters and thankfully that olden-days nostalgia somehow carried over to the present and he's still a staple at the little shows i've been playing.
after attending the out-of-retirement gig i played last year with bret alexander, and after receiving a copy of the record, the times leader/weekender's alan k. stout has surfaced as another strong supporter, both with this great article for his weekender column, and by securing me some serious airplay on 102.3 the mountain.
track listing:
history
what i know now
ani difranco wants me
sex and the city
midday child
every day is a saturday
answer well
pouring rain
lost at me
history
i think i'm gonna calm down for a
little bit
i've had these same things on my mind for quite some time
will the bombs come?
and will they find me when they do?
somewhere in egypt there's a princess
she looks just like you
and every now and the my
forefathers they wake up inside of me somewhere
they ask me questions like i'm the one who was supposed to know
so if you're wondering what i muttered that night in my sleep
i can't remember but chances are it was just another little piece of history
the rain on the window
it starts to whisper in tongues
across the room i see a fire burning from your head
i've got an answer
an angel came to me and said...
o god i can't remember
so i smile at you and go back to bed
take me out tonight
the dead street of the dirty town
the bartender looks once and then puts his head down
i'm so sorry about last night when i smashed my drink
please forgive me
i didn't mean it
it was just another little piece of history
the sun is coming up
i guess it's time to say goodnight
but thanks for the wine and thanks for having me
you people have certainly been all right
and listen close
someday for the kindness of tolerating me i'm going to write a beautiful song
for you
about another little piece of history
what i know now
and i want to come back down the
right way
my head the right way up
i'm sorry about the time that's come between us
but my soul's been losing love
i haven't really been anything but wired
so you haven't missed too much
and the whole rest of me is tired of fucking things all up
i took a bus down into the city
because i thought i'd find my head
when i finally did i walked around it
and came back home instead
then i met a girl
we called her cocaine
because she always kept me up
i woke up one sunday and she was gone
and so was all my stuff
i just came back to thank you
for the kindness that you showed me
when i needed it most
in my darkest of hours
so thank you
for the lessons that you gave me
if i only knew then what i know now
i shouldn't have called so
uninvited
now i can't seem to shut my mouth
call me up sometime tomorrow and we'll work something out
i know these days you must be busy with a life moving right along
i guess i'll take myself back to the city
and see where i went wrong
don't mind me
i just burned a portrait and the fire's still on my mind
let me step out for just a minute
i just need some time
i just want to be back in your front seat
we could drive around this small town
remember we were kids
that was all we did
with the radio up and the windows down
i just came back to thank you
for the kindness that you showed me
when i needed it most
in my darkest of hours
so thank you
for the lessons that you gave me
if i only knew then what i know now
so take care
i'll see you later
and no, i can't say when
who knows
maybe things would be different if i knew now what i knew then
ani difranco wants me download the demo
ani difranco wants me
and her want, it keeps her very busy
she doesn't even have time to write me letters
and the ones i send come back to me
but she backed me up on my last album
and not for credit but for my love
she's in the background singing
i swear it
if you can't hear her then turn it up
i met her backstage at her concert
i said "you're such a righteous babe to me..."
it was such a forrest gump moment
but i never got any royalties
and she's got this sense of humor
once she even called the police
something about a boy outside her window
but then she smiled when she saw that it was me
she said, "we're on our own, can
you picture it?
you and me baby and we're driving down the highway
we can't be wrong if you think of it
we illustrate the soundtrack and we're driving down the highway..."
you know she's got me on her speed
dial
she calls when she's hung up on a chord
and it's another industry inside secret that i write most her words
and we always go for coffee
up to denny's or to a small cafe
and we have the greatest conversations
most of our songs get written that way
ok, so i never really met her
but there was this one time that i almost did
she stayed on her side of the courtroom
and said "can't you lock up this fucking kid?"
so they granted the restraining order
but i think in this case the system's wrong
o ani can't you see i love you?
i just wanted you to hear my new song
it goes, we're on our own, can you
picture it?
you and me baby and we're driving down the highway
we can't be wrong if you think of it
we illustrate the soundtrack and we're driving down the highway
i never asked to be different
she'll never know the way i feel unless i hit the highway
so i drove all night through a misty rain
and suddenly i catch a glimpse
ani as she takes the stage
her first song is a prince cover
and i just love how she breaks it down into "untouchable
face"
she breaks a string before the third song
and the crowd just waits
but when she starts the show again
this is what she'll say:
"we're on our own, can you picture
it?
you an me jay and we're driving down the highway
we might be wrong
but just think of it
we'll rewrite the whole soundtrack
and we're driving down the highway
we're on our own, can you picture it?
you an me jay and we're driving down the highway
we're not so wrong if you think of it
we'll rewrite the whole soundtrack as we get another state away"
sex & the city
the first time i fell in love she
spelled my name in dandelions
and then there was the first kiss
well i wasn't hers
but she was mine
the next time i fell in love
she was earth and she was fire
i can't remember ever being that young
but i remember how young smiled
like you smile
and i love the way that you sip
your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be when it all comes down to sex and the city
the third time i fell in love
i could swear that it was right
it was all sorts of nothing like hurt
and we fought some good fights
then the last time i fell in love
i surprised myself with pain
i was drunk
it was 3 a.m.
and i swore i wouldn't fall again
and i fell
and i love the way that you sip
your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be when it all comes down to sex and the city
the next time i fall in love
i think i'll know just what to do: make sure that it's with you
and i love the way that you sip
your tea
as you speak of poetry and antiques
and i don't know how i should be
sometimes it just comes down to
sex and the city
it all comes down to sex
midday child
midday at the corner of my own
space crumbling
with mouth stream sweat of years gone by
and tears fell soft
and smiles glossed
we were gonna be a thousand things
we were living out a thousand dreams
through one way to live
and one way to die
which way was it you went then?
i haven't seen it in so long
in so long
so long
in so long
so so long
and i let it touch my face again
trickle down
it was nice my friend
someday we'll be young again
i guess it all comes back in the end
every day is a saturday
i'd like to thank you for the time
you almost saved my life
i know you don't remember it but it was years ago
and it still plays on my mind
and no, i never even told you why
and i live with that crime
you don't have the time
but you make the time
and the drinks we made
they help the night just slip away
and i've got what it takes to stay awake
and the things we say never mean much anyway
and every day is a saturday
another night that rolls its eyes
as it blows a kiss goodbye
a suckerpunch daylight creeping through the cracked blinds
but we are young and made of fire
and we're not afraid to fight
just ask those kids from the other night
and the drinks we made
they help the night just slip away
and i've got what it takes to stay awake
and the things we say never mean much anyway
and every day is a saturday
i've often wondered what it's like
to be fit and clear and right
but then you catch my eye
and we both smile
and the drinks we made
they help the night just slip away
and i've got what it takes to stay awake
and the things we say never mean much anyway
and every day is a saturday
and the ones that left us behind
they live on in our minds
save us seats and drinks on the other side
and the ones that left us behind
they live on in our minds
save us seats and drinks on the other side
goodbye
and the drinks we made
they help the night just slip away
and i've got what it takes to stay awake
and the things we say never mean much anyway
and every day is a saturday
every day...
answer well
i'm hung over
and i want to die
reaching out for all the wrong lies
and someone once said that the
devil's in the details
but the devil's right here
ask me anything
i know i'll answer well
there's a girl drowning somewhere
six states away
and there's nothing i could ever do or be to ever make that change
so let me be
and fall asleep
i'll wake up hard and still weak
daddy always said to run away
god, of all the things to remember him say...
pouring rain
do you know what i'm feeling inside?
i wish that i could show you what it's like to be me
for a change i could change
and when i saw you that night
you told me things were all right
but it was something in your eyes that told me
i won't be around to catch you when
you fall down
there will be no song that plays when you walk through the pouring rain
and i'd wait suffering
a romeo of simple things
the moonlight and the pouring rain a backdrop for you walking away
and i know that we got so tight
and i know my feelings were right
and don't understand how it changed but it changed
and i've been acting so strange
been staring off into space
but don't go walking away
i'm reaching for you...
wait
i'll be around
i'll catch you when you fall down
i will sing the song that plays when you walk through the pouring rain
wait
i'll be around
i'll catch you when you fall down
i will sing the song that plays when you walk through the pouring rain
show me your soul
and be my world
you're what i hold and i want more
show me your soul
and be my world
you're what i hold and i want more
wait
i'll be around
i'll catch you when you fall down
i will sing the song that plays when you walk through the pouring rain
wait
i'll be around
i'll catch you when you fall down
i will sing the song that plays when you walk through the pouring rain
lost at me
...and i like the way it feels
when you talk to me
i did too much cocaine and now i'll never sleep
and if i wait the whole night
i still won't get it right
just please don't leave
i'd be like my father but there's
no such thing
and i like the way you're looking
but you're glancing nervously
and if i wait the whole night
i still won't get it right
just please don't leave
and you feel like a breeze
at least you do to me
and ask me what i'd do you for
and i'll tell you, "anything..."
and if i wait the whole night
i still won't get it right
i lost at me
i lost at me